My demon

Not a single ray, not a glimmer of light, absolute darkness all around. I don't know how I got here—but what's done is done. Truth be told, I came here straight from my own bathroom, and the only clothing on me is a towel, a large one, thankfully, and a mane of wet hair. Not the most convenient "uniform" for exploring an unfamiliar place... As much as possible, I try to orient myself to where I am. I can't look around, but judging by the sensations—I'm on a fairly wide bed, but I'm afraid to get off it—it's dark, after all, and if I lower my foot down, I can't reach the floor, and there's a feeling of open space. Strangely, but for some reason

I'm not scared and have no desire, as usual in the dark, to hide under the covers with my feet, I'm relatively calm, and interested in why I'm here, and what comes next.

It would be logical to call out, but who and what to ask? I feel that I am completely alone in this place, and it's so quiet around that even my own breathing seems too loud, let alone my voice. And it's chilly, by the way, and there's nothing to warm up with except the towel. I feel goosebumps covering my skin, and I try to wrap myself tighter in the wretched piece of cloth and not fall down in the process. Of course, I almost fall immediately, managing to keep my balance just in time. I even manage to fashion myself a decent toga out of the towel, but a quiet curse still escapes: "What the hell is this, where has the devil taken me!"

It seems calling out really wasn't the best idea—as soon as I said "devil," everything changed noticeably. Still quiet, but the air quickly becomes not just warm, but downright hot—well, yes, I wanted to warm up, so here you go, rejoice. Along with the warmth comes a smell—a strange mix of dust, sand, the pungent scent of a predator, and... phew, sulfur, where did that come from? While I was rustling and sniffing, a feeling of unease appeared, and then fear: it seems I'm no longer alone here, and someone definitely isn't suffering from the lack of light and can see me perfectly. Watching, and in such a way that it simply burns right through with a gaze, not just peeking under the towel, but into my very soul. Although, under the makeshift toga too, and very interestedly, now I understand what it's like to be undressed with a look. And now I want to disappear somewhere.

I began to fidget on the bed, peering into the darkness, expecting danger from any side. And the first sound I heard here resembles the rustling of wings of a huge... bird? No, something else, and the sound is approaching very quickly, the hot air around stirred in a wave, the smells became stronger. I start to panic, guesses about what it could be become crazier and crazier, it seems this is how... could rush...

"I... am... here...!"

Stop, that's not my thought!

It's not even a voice, it's a rumble that, without touching the hearing, penetrates the consciousness.

"Not my thought!"—the Something continues to rumble, and there are clearly notes of sarcasm in it—"Of course not yours, you shouldn't be thinking right now, girl. You should be trembling with delight!"

The rustle of wings died down, the air calmed, and I now truly hear the last words of this creature. The voice became a little closer to a familiar human one. And next to me—only quite high up—two bright scarlet points lit up. So that's the "source" of the intense gaze!

— Still don't understand why you're here? — he asks mockingly.

Of course, I don't understand, I'm generally not very quick-witted, and in a panic, not at all... so I just shook my long-dry hair in confusion and quietly mewed: "Who are you? Damn, what kind of jokes are these? I want to go home."

The smell of sulfur, fiery eyes, wings... It finally dawns on me, I try to squeeze out some meaningful sound, but all I get is a foolish "D... d... d... you!"

— Yeeees! Finally figured it out, — the voice changed completely, came closer, and the scarlet dot-eyes lowered, now they're right in front of me, but I still can't see anything else.

— "I'm not going to tell you my name, just call me Demon. You shouldn't see my true form either—your mind is unlikely to withstand such a sight. Ahhaha!"

A chuckle, like a growl. He speaks, and I realize I'm not that scared—his voice inexplicably attracts me. There's no reason not to believe him, a human couldn't arrange something like this. And I can vaguely make out his silhouette in the dark—it seems there's a tall man in front of me, skin with reddish-black glints, scarlet eyes, and huge wings behind his back. Frightening, but so beautiful and... arousing? It seems, yes.

But how insolent! Pulled me out to who-knows-where and who-knows-why. And even laughs at my confusion—as if I sit in front of demons in just a towel every day and have polite conversations with them! As often happens when I'm nervous, insolence kicks in.

— Stop laughing and take me home right now! — I'm going crazy, shouting at a demon, what if he gets angry and burns me to ashes? And, curling into a ball, I quietly add: "Please."

— Mmm, home? Are you sure that's what you want? In your fantasies, you're bolder... And wanted something completely different, as far as I know. — He says mockingly now right into my ear in a slightly hoarse whisper, while unraveling what the towel wrapped around me has turned into. He manages this quite deftly, and a minute later I'm sitting naked in front of him, feeling his scorching breath on my skin. His hands stroke my neck, run through my hair, he pulls me to him and kisses me—softly but insistently, his sharp tongue runs over my lips, my neck, to my ear, and he whispers: "Still want to disappear from here? Or are you staying? It's your choice."

And I don't want to leave here anymore, I like these hot—in the literal sense—touches. Strange to admit this even to myself, and terribly awkward.

— I'm staying, — that's it, I confessed. And froze, not knowing what to expect.

— You can't even imagine what I have in mind, — he rumbles contentedly, and, judging by his voice, is smiling.

I'm not even trying to imagine anything, he has something in mind—let him act.

Gently biting my earlobe, he presses on my shoulders, laying me on my back, and pulls away. He doesn't touch me, but I feel that my body no longer obeys me, but acts as if by the command of his will—my arms are thrown behind my head, my legs are spread, I can't move! Although, no, I can a little, but my arms and legs are firmly fixed.

— So you don't slip away from me, — whispers my messenger from Hell.

Again, the touch of a hot tongue—from my neck he moved down, over my chest, teasingly tickling, over my stomach, and further down, to the most sensitive place. () And an involuntary sigh escaped me because his tongue's quick touches, it turns out, can seriously drive me crazy. Heat spreads from one point throughout my entire body, I so want to run my fingers through his hair and press him to me—but it's impossible, his will is stronger than my desire now, so I only do what I can. In response to his caresses, I arch my whole body, my breath catches—he snorted contentedly, confident that this is how it should be, and froze.

I'm still immobilized, I feel he's nearby, but I don't know what I want more—for him to continue the caresses or move to more decisive actions.

— You... wanted... this? — a powerful thrust accompanies each word.

— Yes... Yes. Yes! — I no longer have the breath or composure for a more meaningful answer, everything dissolved under his demonic temperament.

His hoarse exhale, closed eyes...

I'm free to move again—could it be that he also lost a bit of control over himself? (Finally, I can touch him! What an unusual sensation—his skin is nothing like human skin, much harder, but not so much as to be rough. I hug him and press him to me as tightly as I can, he literally presses me into... emptiness! There's no support beneath us anymore, we're held up only by his wings! And this doesn't scare me, it only heightens my arousal, I'm balancing on the very edge. My body is frozen, life only pulses where he moves inside me! He feels it and moves faster himself, and now he won't be able to stop until... It seems he'll simply burn me up, but it no longer matters—his speed exceeded all conceivable limits, with a moan of pleasure and a little—pain, I dig my nails into his back, but he doesn't even notice, and sparks fly from the scratches. His moan-growl scorches my neck, I feel a frantic pulsation inside and fire, filling me in waves. He glows with fiery flashes, and if I hadn't closed my eyes now, I might have seen his face. But—no, my eyes are closed, and the flame subsides along with the last wave of fire, and when I open my eyes, it's dark again around, his body is relaxed, and we slowly descend down, to where it all began.

A few minutes later, he pulls away from me and leans back on his back. And I, it seems, am still alive, and even very pleased with what just happened. But as soon as my breathing calms down a bit, he takes my hand and pulls me onto him.

— Don't you need a little rest? — I ask.

— Not at all. And do you need it? I thought you were more insatiable, — and again that slight mockery in his voice...

— I want you to be on top.

Well, he fulfilled my desires, now it's my turn...